Written by Don Gibson. I still live on the same street,that we lived on. The same old street,where memories were made on. I shouldn’t stay,why don’t I go?. Each day hurts a little more. It won’t be the same street anymore, since you’ve gone. It won’t be the same street anymore. Each day I walk alone,where we once walked before. See all familiar places, where we talked before. But I can’t run,from memories. They’re mine and they belong to me. It won’t be the same street anymore.since you’ve gone. It won’t be the same street anymore.
Written by Don Gibson. I still live on the same street,that we lived on. The same old street,where memories were made on. I shouldn’t stay,why don’t I go?. Each day hurts a little more. It won’t be the same street anymore, since you’ve gone. It won’t be the same street anymore. Each day I walk alone,where we once walked before. See all familiar places, where we talked before. But I can’t run,from memories. They’re mine and they belong to me. It won’t be the same street anymore.since you’ve gone. It won’t be the same street anymore.
